Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Allowed him to eat me—lick, suck, and nip—to his heart’s content.
Not that it was a sacrifice or anything. Jessie Ryan James was a fucking God when it came to the art of cunnilingus.
He was skilled and generous, and those two qualities gave a woman the perfect man who would see to her needs first before he saw to his own.
And that was exactly what Jessie gave me.
Twice.
And by the time I was gasping in pleasure, he was ready for one thing.
My pussy.
He rolled me over to my stomach and then snatched a pillow from the top of the bed.
He shoved it unceremoniously underneath my hips, and then knee-walked up the bed between my thighs.
When I felt the hard knob of his cock press against the puffy, engorged entrance to my body, I was already on the verge of keening.
“You’re killing me,” I gasped as he held himself still after he’d breached my entrance with the head of his cock.
He moved his body over me, hovering on his knees, his fisted hands resting on either side of my head, and growled.
I tried not to squirm and push for more of him when he clearly had a plan in mind. A plan that appeared to include squirming and pleading.
Instead he surprised me by saying the three words that I’d been longing to hear.
“I love you.”
A smile overtook my face, and I lifted my arm, reaching back to rest my hand on his bearded face.
“I love you more.”
He thrust fully inside of me, and I closed my eyes. Not intentionally, mind you. It was a reaction, and something that happened every time this man filled me.
“You pissed me off today,” he said, dropping down so that his mouth was only inches from my ear.
I placed my hands over his, threading our fingers together holding him to me. “I know.”
“But you were right,” he growled, bucking his hips into me.
“Yeah?” I panted, too turned on to gloat.
“Yeah,” he rasped, letting his beard trail down the line of my neck. “But I think we both know that. Don’t we?”
I nodded.
He was right that I was right. I knew it. He knew it. The members of his MC knew it.
It was just a hard pill to swallow when you couldn’t provide something for your kid that they so desperately wanted. But we were a team now, or at least I hoped we were.
But with each thrust of my man’s hips, those thoughts drifted away leaving me to focus only on the feel of Jessie inside of me. By the time I was climaxing half a dozen strokes later, I was ready to do just about anything—say just about anything—to get the man to finish me.
And finish me he did. Thoroughly so.
Chapter 24
Remember when I first started driving and everything was scary to me? Now I can drive with my knee going 80 miles an hour eating a taco.
-Things a father never wants to hear
Jessie
I was running late, and I was riding over the speed limit by about thirty miles an hour.
But remembering Mr. Cantos’ secretary’s instructions not to be late, I didn’t care if I was riding like an idiot at this point. Mr. Cantos was doing me a favor, and I’d be damned if I showed up late when he was taking time out of his busy schedule to see me.
I made it with five minutes to spare and hurried into the offices of Carson and Cantos Legal Services like the hounds of hell were on my ass.
I was unsurprised to find Ellen already there. She’d asked me last night, after I’d gotten home from work if I wanted her to be, and I’d immediately agreed. I needed her. I wanted her there, and there was no reason she shouldn’t be, not at this point in our relationship.
Very soon, she would be my wife, and I wanted her to know now what she meant to me.
Hence the reason for her being here. Though she looked a hell of a lot more put together than I did.
I still smelled like smoke and sweat from work.
But the moment she saw me, not even my sweaty, dirty clothes deterred her from rushing into my arms.
“I missed you,” she informed me the moment her body met mine.
I dropped a kiss to her lips, lifted her a few inches off the ground for a good hug, and reluctantly dropped her back to her feet moments later.
“Missed you, too,” I said. “Are they ready for us?”
“Yes,” someone interrupted. “Mr. Cantos will see you now.”
The voice was familiar, and I immediately recognized her as the no-nonsense secretary from the phone.
“Sweet,” I grunted and walked up to her.
She pointed to a conference room on the left just across from her office.
“If you’ll both go take a seat in there, I’ll have Mr. Cantos meet you there momentarily.”